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I'm sitting by myself in Oneonta, New York

Typing rhymes on my MacBook, getting to work

I put my headphones on and hide behind the screen

Because the world is mercurial, the world is mean

I'm sick of all these boring people, so I'm

In the fast lane, writing rhyme after rhyme

I hide inside the gigs of the music and the data

Shotcalling, Myspace falling, peace world, I'll see you later

Hey, I'm sitting by myself in the Springs, Colorado

Well, not alone, with my shadow I battle

Thoughts from the cattle, so I dig in my saddle

Deflect the mess with my Atari paddle

Control the flow, these bits is second nature

Pay for what I make by pushing data

Thank the maker, blow out like a circuit breaker

Check my Facebook, man, I'll see you later

I'm sitting by myself in Oneonta, New York

Typing rhymes on my MacBook, getting to work

I put my headphones on and get lost in the web

I never liked reality, I'll stay in mine instead

I'm over all the boring, dejected, bitter people

Who run to their dealers, their troughs, and their steeples

I reign supreme in my rhythmic paradise

I killed a demon with my lyrics, and it feels very nice

Hip-hop integration, the iGeneration

With tech, I hit the streets from the net

Now this net vet get props and respect

'Cause I knew what I was doing in the '80s, bet

The computer saved hip-hop, made hip-hop, played hip-hop

So I return the favor, tell 'em how computers are their savior

Like hip-hop gave us this gift, the greatest

I studied hip-hop 'cause I had to, I had no choice

I needed an identity, I needed a voice

So I found my salvation in the Run-DMC

The KRS, Nas, and Public Enemy

You can take the rapper out the British punk show

But you can't take the punk show out the rapper, yo

So I'm D.I.Y. 'til I die, this is why, when I try

You'll probably see me smiling when you see me flying straight on by

I'm sitting by myself in that San Francisco

Well, not alone, 'cause I'm 'bout to spit flows

With my friend Lars that I met 'cause of music

And if I wasn't rapping, then I'd feel abused, kid

Since I found music, I never had solitude

It will never beat on me or call me names

It will never cheat on me or play those games

It will always be loyal and never change

Kick it with the Rondo, spitting in the studio

Blocking out the world when I'm feeling kinda moody, yo

Getting into paradise, I'm the nerdy Coolio

'Cause I got a gift, and I feel it is my duty, yo

Got the fame now, came up from dumb luck

And they all know I'm the ish like 2 Girls 1 Cup

They all know that I'm styling on the interweb

And they all pressing repeat just to hear what I said

I'm the best, man, I did it

(And they all pressing repeat just to hear what I said)

I'm the best, man, I did it

(And they all pressing repeat just to hear what I said)

Now I'm sitting alone, not a stone's throw from the bone show

That I don't seek to star in, already went too far in that direction

A goodly chunk of life span spent, rap for half of it

Hadn't had an epiphany yet, if I do, it's on set

Getting attributed to this, though

Sitting by myself in San Luis Obispo

Trying to thumb a ride to the castle keep

Where the rich man dwelled with his cash piled deep

Where his crimes wouldn't leap from obscurity to prominence

Pen a rhyme while I hitchhike the beat's ominous

Wi-Fi on the lot maybe don't get picked up

In the middle of a lyric you don't want to interrupt

As you fly past descended holograms digital

Cars and trucks are simulated by the quizzical

GPU who wonders why the threads would intermingle

The roadside and the rhyming, the B-sides and the single

Alright, that was a good freestyle battle, but you know what

I'm saying, I'mma have to give it to, my vote, I'mma have to

Give it to E-Dubble, 'cause he really represented, he stepped

Up, even though he messed up a couple of times, he stepped up

Oh, this your boy Jay Dub, and um, I'mma have to go with my boy Emmie

'Cause he held it down, he didn't have no mistakes, you know what

I'm saying, he went straight off the brain, he held it down, let's go

Yeah, this 8-14, of course, but yeah, both of '

Em did good, but I give it to Emmie, 'cause he did great